Professor Davis (name changed to protect his identity) had grown up as a teen reading the titillating tales of "Penthouse Forum." Those arousing letters that appeared monthly in print media were fuel for masturbation. But technology had rendered those offerings as obsolete, now replaced by the high-octane, instant-gratification driven capabilities of the internet. But Prof. Davis decided to mix the two and bring the "Forum" back on line in a new format.
Although a respected Professor at a conservative Christian College, he was well aware that both he and the students on his campus were far from chaste during their free time. He anonymously established the "CC Forum" which quickly became popular to students on campus, then grew to a wider audience of students from other religious colleges and universities. Tucked away on a message board beyond the radar of college trustees, students flocked to the site to both read and offer their own submissions. These are their stories.
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Midnight Student Radio Studio Shift Change
A warm, spring rain was falling as I walked from my dorm to the student radio studio on campus. My shift was midnight to 2am. My job was to select the music, read hourly news briefs, and field any phone calls with requests or questions.
When I stepped inside, I was pretty wet. Brianna, the DJ I was relieving, laughed as she saw me soaked. "No umbrella, eh?" she quipped as I shoved my jacket off.
"Nope. It's a warm rain. Nice really. Take my advice, enjoy it yourself." I winked at her with a polite smile. As we traded places so I could take my place behind the mic, I made sure to enjoy the view of her for as long as possible.
Brianna is a long, slender blonde and smoking hot, with tits that absolutely defy gravity. There was little doubt in my mind from the instant I saw her that night she was not wearing a bra. Her round, c-cup mounds were perky as ever under her teeshirt. I made sure to admire the sway and jiggle as she made her way to the door and pulled on her hoodie and zipped it up halfway, leaving her tits pushing apart the upper, unzipped flaps.
"Have fun... and don't do anything I wouldn't do" she sung at me as she opened the door and stepped out into the dark night and spring rain. My heart skipped a beat as I captured a final glimpse of her curves as she walked out the door.
As I sat in the booth initiating my playlist, I glanced at the clock. 12:01. Right on time. I had an opening set that would run right up to the bottom of the hour when I would play a request. Until then, I sat at the production board and listened to the tunes as I waited to field phone calls.
That's when my dream unfolded. Brianna had walked out without her cellphone. She didn't realize it until she was halfway to her dorm room. She turned around and returned to the studio. It was 12:06 when the door opened and I saw her step inside.
"Back so soon?" I playfully chided her.
"Forgot my phone" she said. "Did you notice it?"
When I said "no", it was the total truth. Because it was only a fraction of a second later that I noticed it laying on the counter in front of me. And in that instant, without any forethought, I slid it off the counter and deposited it in my pants pocket. I had no plan. I was just buying a little time to enjoy Brianna's presence.
"Well I know I left it here. Can you help me find it?" As she stepped closer to me, I realized that it was still raining outside because her hoodie was pretty wet. And so was the part of her teeshirt that was left unprotected by her hoodie. The section that ran from her collar to just below the lower line of her tits. Wet. Clinging. Inviting to the eyes.
I wasn't sure if Brianna realized just how revealing her tee was at the moment. She seemed to be preoccupied with finding her cellphone. It was possible that she was oblivious in her panic.
I felt a wave of guilt for hiding it in my pocket. But I also felt a surge just to the side of my pocket where my cock was throbbing thanks to the up close view I was enjoying of Brianna. I acted as if I were searching for her phone when I was really searching for the best angles to admire her body.
12:08...
I suggested that maybe she left it in the bathroom. I had not been there on my shift yet. She turned around and went to check. In her absence, I pulled her phone from my pocket and quickly slid it under a stack of file folders on the desk next to me.
The studio phone rang. I answered it. "Request Hotline, what's on your mind this morning?" The caller stammered a bit and then rambled about some song she had heard at a concert on campus last week, wondering if I could identify and play it. As I tried to handle her request, Brianna returned from the restroom empty handed and desperate.
12:09...
"HERE IT IS" she exclaimed in relief. "How did it get shoved all the way over here?" Her relief was tempered by her accusatory tone. She looked right at me and said, "Did you hide my phone?"
I don't know what exactly made my knees buckle at that moment. Perhaps it was my secret lust pent up for her or the ripples of arousal that consumed my body or the light-headed daze I felt as I gazed at that sway and jiggle of her tits now more pronounced after she had unzipped her hoodie while in the bathroom.
She sensed my hesitancy to offer a defense. She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, those amazing tits pressed against the wet fabric of her teeshirt. And I just folded. "I am sorry Brianna. Bad joke, eh?"
I expected her to glare at me and tromp out the door in a huff. Instead, she stood for a moment and just looked at me. The edges of her mouth softened with tiny curls revealing a sly smile. Her posture relaxed. She held her phone in her hand. She quietly repeated back to me, "Bad joke?"
12:11...
The studio phone abruptly rang. My moment of awkwardness was interrupted, thankfully. "Request Hotline, what's up?" I stammered. As I jotted down the caller's request, Brianna playfully sauntered to the other side of the glass that partitioned the sound booth from the rest of the tiny, little studio. I nervously took notes as I watched her movement cautiously.
She maneuvered her body so that she could stand facing the glass, pressing her body against it. I fumbled with my pen as I watched her slither like a lap dancer, rubbing her wet teeshirt against the glass. She was looking straight into my eyes as if she could read my secret lusts for her without obstruction.
I mumbled something into the phone and hung up. I stood motionless as I watched the most amazing view of Brianna I had ever seen.
12:13...
My cellphone lit up with an incoming text. It was from Brianna. "Is THIS a bad joke?" I read the text and almost shot a load in my pants! Was this really happening? To me? With Brianna?!
I shook my head stupidly in her direction, the glass partition making it impossible to share any sound between us. As she wriggled her wet form against the glass, she held up her phone and wiggled it at me to direct me.
I quickly tapped my reply. "Not bad joke. HOT"
She smiled as she read my reply. She tapped her phone. My phone lit up. "more?"
12:16...
Like an idiot, I looked up at her and nodded yes. Then I got better command of my senses and texted her back. My cock nearly doubled in size when I saw the naughty gleam in her eye as she read my reply: "YES"
She swiveled her hips as she playfully reached down and gathered her fingers around the lower edge of her tee shirt. She expertly used her arms to press her tits together, giving me an even better view of them against the glass.
12:21...
Her tee shirt was edging up towards the lower curve of her breasts as my eyes devoured each and every inch of her on display. It was like a dreamy scene from a fantasy I dare never admit as I watched her finally slip her wet tee up over her amazing breasts! I gasped aloud as I watched her press them against the glass, flattening her pink, rosy nipples out like flower petals.
I saw her fumble with her phone. Seconds later, mine lit up. "Jerk"
My first reaction was fear, in that split second interpreting her message as an insult. But then I used both the glint and direction of gaze in her eyes to understand exactly what she meant.
I peeled open my shorts and instantly stroked my cock.
12:24...
Brianna slithered along the glass wall like a dancer drunk with lust. I stroked my cock as I watched her, like a perv at a peep show.
12:25...
Then, just like that it was over! I blew my load as she affirmed me with her gaze. As I was wiping splatters of misguided cream from my thigh, she step back from the glass and slid her tee back down.
By the bottom of the hour, she was headed back to the dorm and I was playing that request. We never spoke of that night ever again. It was as if we both knew better. It was our secret. Until now.
Although a respected Professor at a conservative Christian College, he was well aware that both he and the students on his campus were far from chaste during their free time. He anonymously established the "CC Forum" which quickly became popular to students on campus, then grew to a wider audience of students from other religious colleges and universities. Tucked away on a message board beyond the radar of college trustees, students flocked to the site to both read and offer their own submissions. These are their stories.
*****
Midnight Student Radio Studio Shift Change
A warm, spring rain was falling as I walked from my dorm to the student radio studio on campus. My shift was midnight to 2am. My job was to select the music, read hourly news briefs, and field any phone calls with requests or questions.
When I stepped inside, I was pretty wet. Brianna, the DJ I was relieving, laughed as she saw me soaked. "No umbrella, eh?" she quipped as I shoved my jacket off.
"Nope. It's a warm rain. Nice really. Take my advice, enjoy it yourself." I winked at her with a polite smile. As we traded places so I could take my place behind the mic, I made sure to enjoy the view of her for as long as possible.
Brianna is a long, slender blonde and smoking hot, with tits that absolutely defy gravity. There was little doubt in my mind from the instant I saw her that night she was not wearing a bra. Her round, c-cup mounds were perky as ever under her teeshirt. I made sure to admire the sway and jiggle as she made her way to the door and pulled on her hoodie and zipped it up halfway, leaving her tits pushing apart the upper, unzipped flaps.
"Have fun... and don't do anything I wouldn't do" she sung at me as she opened the door and stepped out into the dark night and spring rain. My heart skipped a beat as I captured a final glimpse of her curves as she walked out the door.
As I sat in the booth initiating my playlist, I glanced at the clock. 12:01. Right on time. I had an opening set that would run right up to the bottom of the hour when I would play a request. Until then, I sat at the production board and listened to the tunes as I waited to field phone calls.
That's when my dream unfolded. Brianna had walked out without her cellphone. She didn't realize it until she was halfway to her dorm room. She turned around and returned to the studio. It was 12:06 when the door opened and I saw her step inside.
"Back so soon?" I playfully chided her.
"Forgot my phone" she said. "Did you notice it?"
When I said "no", it was the total truth. Because it was only a fraction of a second later that I noticed it laying on the counter in front of me. And in that instant, without any forethought, I slid it off the counter and deposited it in my pants pocket. I had no plan. I was just buying a little time to enjoy Brianna's presence.
"Well I know I left it here. Can you help me find it?" As she stepped closer to me, I realized that it was still raining outside because her hoodie was pretty wet. And so was the part of her teeshirt that was left unprotected by her hoodie. The section that ran from her collar to just below the lower line of her tits. Wet. Clinging. Inviting to the eyes.
I wasn't sure if Brianna realized just how revealing her tee was at the moment. She seemed to be preoccupied with finding her cellphone. It was possible that she was oblivious in her panic.
I felt a wave of guilt for hiding it in my pocket. But I also felt a surge just to the side of my pocket where my cock was throbbing thanks to the up close view I was enjoying of Brianna. I acted as if I were searching for her phone when I was really searching for the best angles to admire her body.
12:08...
I suggested that maybe she left it in the bathroom. I had not been there on my shift yet. She turned around and went to check. In her absence, I pulled her phone from my pocket and quickly slid it under a stack of file folders on the desk next to me.
The studio phone rang. I answered it. "Request Hotline, what's on your mind this morning?" The caller stammered a bit and then rambled about some song she had heard at a concert on campus last week, wondering if I could identify and play it. As I tried to handle her request, Brianna returned from the restroom empty handed and desperate.
12:09...
"HERE IT IS" she exclaimed in relief. "How did it get shoved all the way over here?" Her relief was tempered by her accusatory tone. She looked right at me and said, "Did you hide my phone?"
I don't know what exactly made my knees buckle at that moment. Perhaps it was my secret lust pent up for her or the ripples of arousal that consumed my body or the light-headed daze I felt as I gazed at that sway and jiggle of her tits now more pronounced after she had unzipped her hoodie while in the bathroom.
She sensed my hesitancy to offer a defense. She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, those amazing tits pressed against the wet fabric of her teeshirt. And I just folded. "I am sorry Brianna. Bad joke, eh?"
I expected her to glare at me and tromp out the door in a huff. Instead, she stood for a moment and just looked at me. The edges of her mouth softened with tiny curls revealing a sly smile. Her posture relaxed. She held her phone in her hand. She quietly repeated back to me, "Bad joke?"
12:11...
The studio phone abruptly rang. My moment of awkwardness was interrupted, thankfully. "Request Hotline, what's up?" I stammered. As I jotted down the caller's request, Brianna playfully sauntered to the other side of the glass that partitioned the sound booth from the rest of the tiny, little studio. I nervously took notes as I watched her movement cautiously.
She maneuvered her body so that she could stand facing the glass, pressing her body against it. I fumbled with my pen as I watched her slither like a lap dancer, rubbing her wet teeshirt against the glass. She was looking straight into my eyes as if she could read my secret lusts for her without obstruction.
I mumbled something into the phone and hung up. I stood motionless as I watched the most amazing view of Brianna I had ever seen.
12:13...
My cellphone lit up with an incoming text. It was from Brianna. "Is THIS a bad joke?" I read the text and almost shot a load in my pants! Was this really happening? To me? With Brianna?!
I shook my head stupidly in her direction, the glass partition making it impossible to share any sound between us. As she wriggled her wet form against the glass, she held up her phone and wiggled it at me to direct me.
I quickly tapped my reply. "Not bad joke. HOT"
She smiled as she read my reply. She tapped her phone. My phone lit up. "more?"
12:16...
Like an idiot, I looked up at her and nodded yes. Then I got better command of my senses and texted her back. My cock nearly doubled in size when I saw the naughty gleam in her eye as she read my reply: "YES"
She swiveled her hips as she playfully reached down and gathered her fingers around the lower edge of her tee shirt. She expertly used her arms to press her tits together, giving me an even better view of them against the glass.
12:21...
Her tee shirt was edging up towards the lower curve of her breasts as my eyes devoured each and every inch of her on display. It was like a dreamy scene from a fantasy I dare never admit as I watched her finally slip her wet tee up over her amazing breasts! I gasped aloud as I watched her press them against the glass, flattening her pink, rosy nipples out like flower petals.
I saw her fumble with her phone. Seconds later, mine lit up. "Jerk"
My first reaction was fear, in that split second interpreting her message as an insult. But then I used both the glint and direction of gaze in her eyes to understand exactly what she meant.
I peeled open my shorts and instantly stroked my cock.
12:24...
Brianna slithered along the glass wall like a dancer drunk with lust. I stroked my cock as I watched her, like a perv at a peep show.
12:25...
Then, just like that it was over! I blew my load as she affirmed me with her gaze. As I was wiping splatters of misguided cream from my thigh, she step back from the glass and slid her tee back down.
By the bottom of the hour, she was headed back to the dorm and I was playing that request. We never spoke of that night ever again. It was as if we both knew better. It was our secret. Until now.